I Beg You to Act Like a Human Being

On this Pindie Continent everywhere you looked.

Tom Mader was truly someone with no one to rely on, growing from weak to strong, cultivating step by step. It took him a thousand years and countless hardships to slowly reach the Legendary Rank, and because he gained the appreciation of the God of Darkness, he finally stepped into the Saint Realm.

Yet at this very moment.

He suddenly felt a sense of sorrow and despair.

His heart was also roaring endlessly.

Why?

Why on earth!

He had used so many methods and exhausted every possibility, yet he still hadn't killed him?

Letting him run away was one thing; after all, long before coming to the Legendary Continent, he had gathered a lot of information, all saying that the Dawn City Lord was very difficult to deal with.

Yet this fellow was dragged into the Saint-Rank Space by him, and not only did he fail to beat him to death, but now he was about to be counter-killed instead?

What the hell kind of feeling was this.

He had brought dozens of Level 5 heroes to block him in the river channel, only for them to charge in and discover that trailing right behind his ass was a Level 23 fully-geared Garen, and he had even brought a Blood Pool with him?

Holy shit.

Damn it.

He refused to accept this, you father-relying dog.

Unfortunately, this was no longer a place where he called the shots.

William glanced at the steadily retreating Necromancer, waved his hand to knock the only two remaining Legendary-Class Professionals out of the Spatial Tunnel, sending them hurtling into the abyss while vomiting blood, and then walked over with a smile.

The Necromancer looked at the two guys on his left and right, unable to help swallowing hard.